Utterly Mad

Weaving through the drunk people, Flynn grins a little to himself as the butch man walks past. This game sure did get to people who weren't ready for it; even the strongest around.

Tilting his head up slowly at the challenge, Flynn pretended to look surprised. He'd done this more times than he could remember; this guy was either new around here, or pretty damn good. Either way, Flynn wasn't going to turn down a challenge. Flynn has gambled before though; and he knew bluffing your opponent was a good start to a bet.

"Huh? Uh... I ain't played much..." Flynn mumbles, pretending to look nervous as he tilts his hat a little. "But... I ain't gonna refuse a challenge now, am I?"

Flynn sits by the table with an unsure look on his face, swallowing hard as he looked at the blood coming from the table. But this was all just acting; Flynn knew damn well how to handle a knife - and he was used to seeing blood round this spot.

"Uh... should I go first...?"